You attended the IDEAS in Psychiatry lecture by Dr. Swanson the evening of February 25th. I sat immediately to your right. We made some small talk and I commented on your being left handed. You have a beautiful smile that reaches your eyes and makes them shine. I wish we could meet and talk some more, maybe over a cup of coffee.

AN INCONVENIENT LOCATION

6:14am: An inconveniently-located QUICKIE MART. You were resplendent in Hello Kitty pajama bottoms, tube top and go-go boots. With back turned to me you shouted, “LOOK, A BALLOON!” to the cashier. As he turned HIS back you adroitly shoveled the contents of the countertop green chili stewpot into your needlepoint shoulder-strapped gym bag. Paying only for a box of JUJUBES, you jauntily exited with a toss of green-fuchsia-aquamarine-teal-salmon shoulder-length tresses, leaving only desire.

Thank You, Yoga Pants!!!

Why do I feel like bursting out in song every time I see one of you lovely, shapely women dressed in yoga pants? Is it because they showcase the wonderful difference between men and women? Highlight every curve, nook and cranny of your provocative bodies? Provide me with graphic mental images for those times of drought? Who knows?! I'm just glad you delicious, naughty little beasts wear them & thank you for buying & wearing them, & their designer for inventing them!